Sentinel

Lone sentinal
Eye of the world
Looking out
Over passed times' memories
Thinking forward
To anniversaries of yesterdays
Questioning
Whether tomorrow's dawn
Will be an echo
Of tonight's sunset
Or simply a repeat
Of a memory long forgotten
Waiting
Alone and outstanding
For a time
That has long since been
A time
Unloved by its generation
But venerated
By a future
Without a memory
Whose desperation for a past
On which to build
Its present
Outweighs its concern
For the reality
Of its loneliness
That finds it
Stood, eye agleem
With worldly wisdom
As sentinel


Terry Rhiannyr
December 2012